The absolute low point of my writing career.

I am a damn good writer. I know this, the four of you know this, my professors and patrons of my theatrical efforts know this, and most importantly I know this. Yet Saturday night, I was beaten in a writing competition, the alterna-ending play slam I mentioned earlier. "Sure," you may say. "You can't take it personally because there are plenty of good writers in New Orleans and it is good that you have competition and it makes you better yadda yadda yadda." However, I was not beaten by a good writer. I was beaten, in fact, by the supposed and irrepressible cuteness of a longtime enemy of this blog. That's right, you guessed it.





AAAAW.....Ohhh....look at the widdle kitten....






I am not just speaking of cats like the one you see above. I am speaking ALSO of the musical atrocity dumped upon us by that maniac Andrew Lloyd Webber. That's right, Cats. The musical. The only thing I hate more than cats are completely humorless self-aggrandizing pieces of shit musicals that take themselves too goddamn seriously. The two combined is like combining...small children and shitty rap music. Like Lil' Bow Wow. Or Juicy Coutore. Gross, AND pretentious. Two things I really hate, other than my own lewdness and outward pretension. But, I don't want to see it on your ass, miss Kappa Kappa Kappa.






Ok, I take it back. That is kinda hot.


In any case, I wrote a play. It was awesome. And people throwing cats onstage to the sound of Cats in the background beat me. I had great actors, I had costumes, I had so much fun doing it, and I wanted that goddamn 100 dollars at Whole Foods to celebrate with my cast and buy expensive booze.


This all harkens back to my previous post: people like dumb things and always will. I like them too, I seek them out, but can't a "New Play Bacchanal" for once be about talent and not gimmick? For once? Can one thing in our lives value intelligence over cuteness and the repetition of that cuteness? PLLEEEEEEEASE? I find it so maddening.


I could cater to this, I could throw in a bunch of bullshit into my next play, I certainly certainly could. But I am just not going to.



Sorry, keyboard cat. You really are the only cat i could ever love.





What I am going to do, is attempt to creatively push an intellectual revolution on the masses. I am going to write good theater, and direct intelligent plays. I am not going to waver or direct down to an audience. They will understand, and if they don't they will look up what they miss. My plays will be whimsical, throbbing with emotion and heart, and decidedly high brow, and if I am misunderstood I will get over it. I love art, and I want to make it for the rest of my life.


Well...unless of course this guy auditions.




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GWPOPSXGYI




SWEET MOTHER OF GOD THAT IS ADORABLE!!!